By Her He Misses

This as well was written for me by an amazing friend, Stu. And, HE can be found HERE: stupastu

By her he kissses, and when she's gone he misses
her honey tones and accident prone ways
of letting him know he's the bomb inside of her chest,
the crest in her eyes and the aplomb of her life.
By her he sniffs the jasmine and summer rays;
her sweetness plays in his mind like a violin's
shimmer, how she chooses he, comparably a sinner,
as a friend is something he'll try to comprehend
but when said friend, the shareholder of his soul
is gone, there are only large gaping holes and
trolls with morbid thoughts trying to fill a void
that is left, but he knows, without the girl of
many facets and her thirst to absorb,
his life becomes only an existence.

Mirror, Mirror

Something a friend wrote for me. You can find her here: cjgirl864

Mirror, mirror
On the wall
Who is the girl
That questions all?
She searches out the answers
That will complete the riddle
Written on her heart.
Are the eyes that beseech
The pane of mirrored glass,
The windows into a soul
That is complete?
Or one that is just beginning
The quest for fulfillment?
Will she find in her magic mirror
That we are all what we are-
Ever evolving,
Forever the same.
Mirror, mirror
On the wall,
Reveal to her truth-
Answer her call.